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The weekend stretched lazily before the fashion sisters, the quiet house humming with restlessness until Sofia tossed out the idea of cooking lunch together—Zoe instantly agreed, eyes brightening at the chance to slice into something more exciting than their usual plans. Sofia rummaged through cabinets, gathering spaghetti, garlic, and ripe tomatoes, her hands moving with the brisk confidence of someone who’d memorized her grandmother’s sauce recipe. Across the kitchen, Zoe danced between the fridge and countertop, a rainbow of fruits piled in her arms: plump strawberries, honey-dripping mangoes, and a watermelon she wrestled onto the cutting board with a grin. Pans clattered as Sofia sautéed onions, their golden scent tangling with the sharp sweetness of Zoe’s mint leaves being torn over a bowl of jewel-toned berries. They traded tastes—a spoonful of simmering tomato basil for a forkful of citrus-kissed melon—their laughter bouncing off the tiles as the kitchen spun with warmth, the clock hands spinning unnoticed until two finished dishes sat side by side: a glossy tangle of pasta crowned with parsley, and a salad bursting like summer in a bowl.
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